A Tribute to Sarah
Sarah arrived in March of 2025, blind, walking in circles, and with a pouch full of babies. She had a safe place here to raise them, warm beds, good meals catered to her ability to eat, and the best life I could give her. She never liked me. That’s ok, I’m not here to be liked by the animals I help (although I like it when they do!)
She kind of made friends with Sweet Pea and Mama, two other head trauma opossums that received shelter here, but preferred to be left alone to do her thing. She had her own enclosure with a wonderful nest she built under half a hollow log. I moved two of this year’s juveniles in her enclosure, assuming they would avoid her, but found them all snuggled together for a few colder nights. For a short time, she was a Mama again.
She started to dramatically decline last week and passed this morning. I made sure she was comfortable, inside and dry on soft bedding. So frequently that’s all I can do for the animals that come here. I’m glad I could for her.
Thanks to her rescuer Brittany, Sarah had another 15 months of a good life, a safe but happy life where all her needs were met. I will miss her sweet smile.
Opossums, armadillo, groundhogs, opossums, songbirds, more opossums, more groundhogs, some bats and then some more bats and then even more bats, and of course, opossums.
I have been really slow to release everyone that should be gone by now because the weather has been unsuitable. I’m not going to release anyone in a week of rainstorms, or when it’s hitting 90 every day and the streams are drying up. But Chicken Mama and her babies have left, Sasha and her babies are free, and 6 more are going tonight. That leaves an enclosure with 10, one with 5, and one with 4 to go this week. Then the 5 cages of juveniles can go into pre-release for 2 weeks and I repeat the release process. I hate release. I worry. I worry about everything. Did I pick a good spot, is the weather right, will they find food?
Sasha’s “Left Behinds” were also released but ran off too quickly for photos!
There is actually a lot more to talk about, like the incredible donations I have received, but I will make another post just about that. This one is getting quite long! I have had anywhere from 60 to 75 animals at any one time and my personal “doable” limit is 30. I am pushing myself hard and working 16 hour days. But everyone rehabbing in Georgia is, too. It’s been a crazy spring. Thanks for reading and thanks for being here for me!
